Berenst3in deforms M0ndala quite Fecktly

..and stares into the camera because he was taught that eye-contact with the audience is a crucial thang. The studio audience is just worth a casual glance inbetween CAMERA and.. TV!!!

Maybe touching his nose more than every third second.
When offered cocain, you must re-learn your body. One who tries it for the first time will touch his nose again and again.

Piano-men are (by the way) all related.. from Steinway to Danish piano-jokers who couldn’t be Danny Kay.



One and one, and impaired
to the subready hare.
Three of them found a cure for heavens ache.

The cowards found a book.
They’re quoting Capt. Cook
and are dressin’ up the messin’ up of Newtown.

The window-shopping squad
pretend they can afford.
But there’s a price-tag on their dreams – the stair’s too steep.

The coward took a look and alarmed Capt. Hook.
He was fakin’ up the making-up of Newtown.

Account-door (run by Google translate)

You have opened an account-door,
so you can go inside.
Through the blood – it saves me.
And he held his own.

Going home

You and me chasing dragons;
crossing borders
all day long.

You and me taunting red-heads;
duckin dutchmen all day long.

Going home. We’re on our way home.

Like and dislike

What is dislike? Not the kind where you dislike old black-n-white movies or dislike basil-puré. The unexplained, no-reason dislike, bordering disgust you can experience just seeing a total stranger.

Youtubing blacksmithing, I love Blackbear forge. And I hate Torbjörn Åhman. Just seeing his face makes me want to vomit. I can’t explain it.

Same thing with music. Rick Beato is OK. I love True Cuckoo.
But I want to see BoBeats channel vanish from the face of the earth.

I think I have a radar for fake. Not saying Åhman and/or BoBeats are fake.. but they trigger my fake-radar big-time.


Lars Dekan – vår tatuerar-taliban.
Han är med nål och bläck hela bygdens skräck.
Han omger sig med aura av bad-boy-rock-n-roll,
men när det kom till kritan, spela’ inte det nå’n roll.